’ ‘You will not arrest him, because I will shoot you first,’ snapped Melusine. Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly aware. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. He dashed against the screen door before she could catch him and made the veranda.
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